Table Of ContentCate had a way with kids. They
seemed to like and trust her.
And she certainly knew how to keep them
entertained. If they could work out an
arrangement, he would be forever in his
pastor’s debt.
Though he knew little about Cate, he felt
comfortable in her presence. Reassured,
somehow, that things would work out. He
found her as appealing as his niece and
nephew did—on many levels, he realized,
watching her blond hair brush her cheek.
When Cate turned toward him, her slight
blush told him she was aware he’d been
staring. Not good. He needed her child-care
services. Making her nervous was not part of
the plan.
“What are your plans for them?” Cate asked
Clay.
“I don’t know. I’ve been on my own for too
many years. I never wanted a responsibility
like this. But I made a promise to my sister. As
long as the kids are with me, I want to do my
best. But I can’t do it alone. I need your help.”
Books by Irene Hannon
Love Inspired
*Home for the Holidays **The Best Gift
*A Groom of Her Own **Gift from the Heart
*A Family to Call Her Own **The Unexpected Gift
It Had to Be You All Our Tomorrows
One Special Christmas The Family Man
The Way Home Rainbow’s End
Never Say Goodbye †From This Day Forward
Crossroads †A Dream To Share
†Where Love Abides
Apprentice Father
*Vows
**Sisters & Brides
†Heartland Homecomings
IRENE HANNON
who writes both romance and romantic suspense, is
the author of more than twenty-five novels. Her books
have been honored with both the coveted RITA®
Award from Romance Writers of America (the “Oscar”
of romantic fiction) and the Reviewer’s Choice Award
from Romantic Times BOOKreviews magazine. More
than one million copies of her novels have been
sold worldwide. A former corporate communications
executive with a Fortune 500 company, Irene now
writes full-time. In her spare time, she enjoys singing,
long walks, cooking, gardening and spending time
with family. She and her husband make their home
in Missouri. For more information about her and
her books, Irene invites you to visit her Web site at
www.irenehannon.com.
Apprentice Father
Irene Hannon
Published by Steeple Hill Books™
God gives a home to the forsaken.
—Psalms 68:6
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To my husband, Tom—
With love and gratitude for all you do…
and all you are
Prologue
T
he jarring ring of the phone slowly penetrated Clay’s sleep-
fogged brain. Groping for it in the dark, he squinted at his digital
clock, trying to focus on the blue numbers. Three o’clock in the
morning. Not good.
“Hello?” he mumbled.
“Clay Adams?”
“Yes.”
“This is Lieutenant Butler with the Omaha, Nebraska, Police
Department. You have a sister, Anne Montgomery?”
A surge of adrenaline shot through Clay and he jerked upright,
his hand tightening on the phone as he swung his legs to the
floor. “Yes.”
“I’m very sorry to inform you that she was fatally injured
tonight in a domestic violence incident.”
Clay heard the words. Tried to process them. Couldn’t. He’d
talked to Anne just three days ago, when she’d called to tell him
she was finally leaving her abusive husband. Tomorrow after
work, he was making the drive from Washington, Missouri, to
Omaha to pick up her and the kids.
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She couldn’t be dead.
“Sir?”
“Yes.” Clay cleared his throat. “I’m here.”
“I’m sorry to give you such bad news. We notified a Clayton
Adams in Iowa as well. However, he’s ill and unable to assist with
any arrangements.”
His father’s illness was news to Clay. But he didn’t keep in
touch with his holier-than-thou old man. And he couldn’t care
less what his physical condition was. Thanks to the pressure
he’d exerted, Anne had stayed in a dangerous marriage.
Now she was dead.
As the full impact of the officer’s news began to sink in, a
wave of nausea swept over Clay. He squeezed his eyes shut, as
if that would somehow obliterate the reality. But it couldn’t alter
the facts. Anne was gone.
“What happened?” He managed to choke out the hoarse
question.
The sound of shuffling papers came over the line. “Accord-
ing to the report, it appears she died from a blow to the head. The
autopsy will confirm that.”
All at once, Clay’s shock gave way to rage. A rage that went
at light speed from simmering to boiling. “I hope you lock up
that monster and throw away the key,” he spat out.
“Unfortunately, the suspect had disappeared by the time
we arrived.”
A muscle in Clay’s jaw clenched. “You mean he’s gone?”
“For the moment. But we’ll find him. He took the family’s
car, and we’ve issued a BOLO alert on him.”
“Did Anne report this before she…before she died?”
“No. From what we’ve been able to gather, the suspect locked
the children in a bedroom when the dispute began. One of them
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climbed out a window and ran next door for help. The neighbors
called the police.”
Clay hadn’t even thought about Josh and Emily. “Are the
kids okay?”
“Physically, yes. But as you might expect, they’re pretty trau-
matized. A friend of Mrs. Montgomery’s is watching them until
family arrives.”
Meaning him. There was no one else.
Wiping a hand down his face, Clay tried to think. The con-
struction project he’d been sent to Washington to oversee was in
the critical start-up phase, and a late February snow had already
put them behind schedule in the two weeks he’d been on site. His
boss in Chicago wouldn’t be too thrilled about his taking time
off. But that was tough.
He glanced again at the clock. “I can be there by noon tomorrow.”
“I’ll pass that on to Mrs. Montgomery’s friend. Let me give
you her name and address.”
Flipping on the light, Clay fumbled in the drawer of his night-
stand for a pencil and paper. He jotted down the information in
a script so shaky he hoped he’d be able to read it later.
“And give us a call once you arrive,” the lieutenant finished.
“We’ll need you to fill out some paperwork. Is there anything else
we can do for you in the meantime?”
“Find my sister’s husband.”
“We intend to. And if it’s any comfort, your sister’s friend told
us she would notify their pastor, and that all of you would be re-
membered in the prayers of her congregation.”
With an effort, Clay bit back the disparaging comment that
sprang to his lips. Instead, he thanked the officer and hung up.
Clasping his shaky hands, he leaned forward and took several
long, slow breaths as the lieutenant’s last comment echoed in his
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mind. He’d grown up in a so-called Christian home. A house-
hold where the slightest transgression was punished. Where hell
and damnation were preached, and guilt was ladled out in
generous portions. Where the God of vengeance and punish-
ment held court, and where unrepentant sinners—like him—
were dealt with harshly and told to pray for mercy.
Back then, Clay hadn’t thought much of prayer. He thought
even less of it now, the taste of bitterness sharp on his tongue.
Anne had prayed. But where had God been when she’d needed
Him a few hours ago? And what good were the prayers of her
congregation now? Anne was gone, leaving a four- and five-
year-old motherless.
As for him…he didn’t need God’s help. He’d learned long ago
to take care of himself.
Of course, if God wanted to lend a hand, that was fine. He
was going to need all the help he could get in the days to come.
But he sure wasn’t going to count on it.
